"Oh, swear not by the moon, that inconstant moon," he lobs back dramatically, before laughing. "You know that's what I want. That we're forgiven, and that we have all the rest of our lives to spend together, just like this. Maybe not just like this, I'd hope we get out of bed sometime."

He leans into Crowley's embrace, feeling the need for it in the moment.

"But I suppose we can't have his hanging over our heads waiting to fall at any moment. I do want our freedom." It's still so hard, knowing that he'll have to extricate himself from this position soon. Not soon, but a blink of an eye for a being who's lived thousands of years. "Will you hold me like this a little longer, then? Please, Crowley."